I got out and walked today. It's a crucial step in this whole diabetes thing. I need to move.
I live a sedentary life. I have a small apartment with cats and guinea pigs (no having to take those guys for walks!), I work at home, and my favorite activities are not extreme (unless you count extreme hanging out).
Even though I've lost weight, that's been a matter of diet change. It's only going to take me so far. Also, exercise makes my insulin more effective.
However, it sucks.
Plus, there's never a good time. I mean, I work second shift and my neighborhood is the teensiest bit shady. I could wake up early, but I like staying up late.
I've got a ton of excuses.
But all they are, are excuses. I mean, it sucks and I'd rather spend time doing other things, but my body - the human body - wasn't made to sit around all of the time. That's what causes them to get gummed up with disease and grossness.
So, this morning. Got up earlier than usual and went to the farmer's market - which is way less crowded on Wednesdays! - to get a bunch of veggies so I could keep up my low-carb routine. While that's not really exercise, it's more than just sitting around.
Then, I took my first lunch break since I got out of the hospital and took a walk around the neighborhood. And it was uncomfortable, and the sun was bright, and I shouldn't have worn flip-flops.
But, you know. I feel good. My lungs feel good, my muscles feel like they're carbonated (in a good way). I checked my sugar only a couple of hours post-food, and it's 104. That's awesome.
I can't take a break every day. I may not even be able to hit 5,000 steps every day (which is the minimum recommended amount, but you should really get 10,000 steps per day). However, I can find some way to incorporate activity into each day. I have to. It's that or die.
Or be dramatic.